Chapter 21- Lucien
Vodka on ice.
I stared at the glass and then glanced at the couch that was in the corner of my office. I’d been sleeping at the club and hadn’t been home in two days. Ms. Porter had called and said Fedor had trapped a few of the guards for almost twenty minutes. That had made me laugh because they knew not to fuck with my wolf. She had also inquired about the whereabouts of Simone. That had stung me a little as she was also the reason I was currently at the club. I didn’t want to face that empty ass house once I’d gotten used to her presence.
You thought you could keep her for forever?
“She’s moved home,” I’d told the old woman.
Earlier today, I had buried my mother. Members of the Safaryan Brotherhood had shown up to pay their respects. People from St. Sophia’s congregation had came and told me about how much they had adored my mother. How much she had meant to them…but I hadn’t heard a word.
I’d gone numb again.
Gabriel had managed to pull it together. He’d been clean-shaven and his eyes had been clear. Towards the end, as they were lowering our mother’s coffin into the ground, he’d broken down hard.
My hand had gone to his shoulder. He’d brought the pretty nurse, Carson along. She’d helped him to his knees and they’d left together. I wasn’t sure if they had a thing but I had to admit seeing Gabriel with someone was nice.
Simone could have been there for you, you fucking fool…
CRUNCH!
I’d thrown my glass against the wall and it had shattered upon meeting the sheet-rock. Making no moves to clean it up, I let out a frustrated growl.
Simone haunted a lot of my waking thoughts. I would think I could see her out of the corner of my eye but then it’d be an illusion. She wasn’t there and another piece of hope would die. What exactly was I hoping for? I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it but it’d linger for a while.
A knock came on my office door. I knew exactly who was knocking. Yasmine’s soft raps were answered with a soft voice. Even with the anger surging through me, I had no desire to scare her off before I could get the answer to my question.
“Come in,” I called and stood up and went around the desk to meet her.
She swaggered in, another black dress barely clinging to her body and her Genie ponytail swishing about, our eyes met.
“You wanted to see me, Boss?”
Yasmine smiled, the white of her teeth showing against the blood-red lipstick that had been smoothed onto her mouth. Once upon a time, I would have found myself itching to smear the lipstick while she gagged and asked for mercy.
I gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, come in and have a seat.”
She gave a slight nod of her head, and I took the moment to lock the door behind her. Didn’t want or need her running away just yet. I leaned against the door and watched as she put on a production of sitting down. The dress riding further up her thighs than needed.
“So what’s up?”
You could practically hear the sexual aggression oozing from her pores. She looked me up and down. She was making my skin crawl but I would just have to grin and bear it.
“I’m looking for someone,” I said simply.
Coming up behind her, my hands went to her shoulders. She felt warm under my touch; she was probably cold from her revealing clothing. Yasmine glance over up at me before melting into my touch.
“How can I help with that?”
“You know everyone,” I shrugged.
“Depends on what I’ll get out of it,” she stilled her movements and waited.
It was like catching someone in a honey trap. Yasmine was only out for herself and what she could get.
“You haven’t heard who I’m looking for yet?”
“Well, who?”
